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At length, Morgunov's footsteps returned, drawing Parson's gaze. The man's walk was bouncy with obvious delight, almost to the point of skipping.

"What's this?" said Morgunov, still with two voices as he looked over the tied up Vanguardians and Asad. "None of you made even a little progress in trying to escape? C'mon, I gave a big ol' window there and everything! What, are the chains too strong? Or are you just too weak? Mm, maybe a little of column A and a little of column B? Don't tell me you're too scared to even try! Eheh!"

"To hell with you, Demon!" said a voice that Parson identified as Lieutenant General Harrison.

Morgunov's head twitched. "Oho! Who said that?"

No response arrived. Which was the correct course of action, as far as Parson was concerned. Harrison had always been a courageous one, but this wasn't the time or place. Right now, that sort of defiance was just foolish posturing.

"Hmm? Don't be shy now! I was just about to praise your fighting spirit! I'm a big appreciator of passion, you know!"

Still, no one said anything.

Morgunov frowned briefly, then smiled again. "Well, whoever it was, your turn will come. Don't you worry your self-righteous little head. Oh, and how about this? When it's your turn, if you have the guts to say something like that again, I'll give you a nice little surprise! A reward! For being so full of gusto! So try and muster up that bravery again, if you can!"

Stay quiet, Harrison. Stay quiet, damn you.

Morgunov paused, listening.

Thankfully, though, Harrison managed to keep his mouth shut.

Morgunov sniffed audibly and scratched his nose, perhaps disappointed. "Anyway, sorry for keeping you all in suspense. Just wanted to take a quick gander around the facilities. Been a while since I was here, so I wanted to see what I was workin' with. Turns out, we've got some real old school toys here. Medieval, you might say!"